Carl did not like it when people refused to listen to him.
And he was a very willful person. When he said something, others had no choice but to listen.
"Mr. KK."
"I don't think I need to say it again."
Carl's gaze forcibly stopped Jefferson Peralez in his tracks.
There were no extra words, nor any further explanation.
"Go on. I'm curious."
That was Carl's answer.
You're curious.
Hearing those absurd, unbelievable words, Jefferson Peralez wanted to say something.
What did he mean, he was curious? Jefferson had already made everything so clear, even cutting off his own retreat. He simply did not want to drag this rare "good person" into the mess.
Yet Carl had stepped into it of his own accord.
And he would not allow any refusal.
"You don't want me to plug into your activity logs and look for it myself, do you?"
Carl looked at Jefferson Peralez. "If not, then sit down, eat properly, and talk properly."
Carl gave Jefferson Peralez no option to refuse.
Faced with the attitude Mr. KK displayed, Jefferson stood where he was, his body trembling slightly.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. This candidate, known for his eloquence in politics, could not even put together a complete sentence.
Was this supposed to be called gratitude?
Or should it be called forcefulness?
Jefferson did not know, but as he listened to KK's words that allowed no refusal, he truly felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
It was as if, as long as KK said so, all his worries and all his problems could be resolved.
KK was so much younger than him. By age, Jefferson could have been KK's father, yet when this calm young man spoke those words, Jefferson still felt warmth rise from the bottom